An unpleasant working day

When I am torn from sleep by my alarm clock the next morning, Mia has already left the apartment. I still wear the pink panties of my little girl. I don't dare to take them off, though, because I'm too afraid of being punished. All it takes is for Tom to come over unannounced and then give it to Anna. Surely the bitch would then punish me or even worse Mia harshly for it. I definitely don't want to take that risk!

After I have briskly finished my morning routine, I put on a plain shirt and a simple well knee-length skirt. Underneath, as instructed, I wear only the pink unicorn panties. I am also all too aware of this fact! Without a bra, I feel almost naked and on top of that, I'm worried that the frilly hem of the panties will slip out and be noticed by someone. With an uneasy feeling in my stomach I leave my apartment to make my way to work. Shortly after, I reach the nearby supermarket, stocking shelves for minimum wage.

Very nervous, I get out of my car and enter the store. As soon as I am in the building, Mr. Schmitt, my boss, runs into me. I'm not sure if it's just my imagination, but it seems to me that he looks at me for an unusually long time when I say good morning. My boss is close to 50 and anything but very nice to his employees. There is even a rumor among the staff that he is watching his female employees through the store's surveillance cameras. It is also quite noticeable that Mr. Schmitt mainly hires women who are as pretty as possible. Even at my job interview, I already had the feeling that it didn't bother him at all that I didn't have any work experience yet. He didn't even look at my documents, instead his eyes were only on me. At that time, however, I didn't care at all. On the contrary, I was even overjoyed to have finally landed a job after so many rejections.

All day long I have the feeling that I am being watched. However, I can discover no one. In the mornings, almost only housewives and pensioners shop, and they have more important things to do than gawk at me. With the time I become also ever more relaxed, but this holds only so long, until I fill up the refrigerated counter. Immediately I notice unusually clearly how the cold air flows around my upper body. From one second to the other, my nipples become extremely hard and press against the fabric of my top. Immediately, the bad feeling in my stomach is also already back.

I try to finish my work as quickly as possible. Just as I lift a pallet of yogurt and turn around, Mr. Schmitt is suddenly standing right in front of me. I flinch briefly in shock and then say, "Oh, Mr. Schmitt, I didn't even notice you." "I didn't mean to startle you. I just received an e-mail that certain yogurts have to be taken off sale, so I have to check these." He explains to me and naturally reaches for a cup, which is right under my chest. When pulling out the cup, the back of Mr. Schmitt's hand brushes over my hard nipple as if by accident. The gentle touch gives me goose bumps.

He examines the cup and then says, "We must have been lucky again." When he now puts the cup back again, the back of his hand strokes my flat breast with even more pressure. This time I have to pull myself together so that no quiet moan comes out of my mouth. Actually, I should say something to my boss now, however, I am dependent on my job and then it comes to the fact that I am paralyzed by the touch anyway. As quickly as Mr. Schmitt appeared, he disappeared again, leaving me with an unusual smile on his lips.

Completely perplexed, I finish my work and then make my way home. On the way, I stop at an ATM to get some money for Anna. When I put the card into the machine, I unfortunately find that my account is only just above zero. Cursing inwardly, I withdraw 200€, which means that my account is now overdrawn to the maximum. Without further detours I drive now home.

I just want to get to my apartment as quickly as possible and forget this crappy workday! Just before I reach the apartment door, however, the door opposite suddenly opens and Tom is standing in front of me in the stairwell. "There you are at last!" He states good-humoredly and adds: "Unfortunately, I have to go to work right now myself and can't really take care of you anymore." Immediately I breathe a sigh of relief, but then Tom adds, "But Anna said that I should check whether you're also sticking to your new dress code. I should have just enough time to do that."

Horrified, I just stare at Tom, who impatiently demands, "Come on, take off your clothes so I can see what you're wearing underneath. I told you that I don't have forever! Or should I write to Anna that you're not following her instructions?" Immediately I am aware of the seriousness of the situation and I frantically open the zipper of my skirt, whereupon it already falls to the ground. Next, I pull my top over my head and thus stand already only in the pink unicorn panties of my daughter in the cool stairwell.

Very nervous I stand now almost naked in front of my neighbor, who examines my body thoroughly and states: "You're quite a good girl but your girl panties you have to pull up properly, otherwise it does not emphasize your hairless cunt properly! He reaches right and left to the hem of my panties and pulls them up with a lot of ****. "Now it's perfect!" Tom comments on the result and takes his cell phone out of his pocket, whereupon I instinctively try to cover my naked body with my hands. Harshly now my neighbor demands: "Make your hands obligingly to the side, so that I can make a photo for Anna!"

Hardly I have taken my hands away, clicks also already the shutter. After Tom has pocketed his cell phone again, he comes up to me once more and whispers in my ear: "If I only had a little more time, I would fuck you right here and now!" At the same time he pushes me against my apartment door and reaches into my panties with his strong hand. He presses his middle finger into my tight hole and massages it a little, making me wet quickly.

Then he pulls his hand out of my panties again and demands, "Open your mouth!" Which I obediently do. He puts his finger, which was just inside my pussy, into my mouth and demands, "Suck it clean! I want you to taste your own juice!" Totally disgusted, I now begin to lick Tom's finger off, only to find that the taste is not so disgusting. For the first time in my life I have the taste of my pussy in my mouth and it almost tastes a little sweet, fruity but at the same time salty and even slightly tart, in no way unpleasant. Knowingly, my neighbor smiles at me and says: "I knew it, that you like it! I don't know any slut who doesn't like her own juice." With these humiliating words, Tom now just leaves me half naked in the stairwell.